When You Were My Mate (Demetra and Emris) novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Demetra.

Sweat coats my skin and it’s sticking to my face and neck.

Amira is frowning at me. The nanny stands by the door with a concerned look on her face for me. Moons, did I name in real life? I quickly wipe the dampness from my cheeks!

“Mommy? Who is Emris?”

Amira asks and I swallow.

My throat painfully dry. “Who… who said that?”

“You.” She points a tiny finger at me. “You kept saying it.”

Shame washes over me. The nanny’s gaze suddenly looks at a spot on the wall. She heard.

“Ma’am, It’s already 9 a.m. You’re late to take her to school.”

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“Oh, shoot.” I throw the sheets back but I’m still trying to find my breath. “I’ll get ready at once. Amira, go get dressed.”

“You’re gonna make me late for my new school!” She stomps he foot for emphasis before the nanny guides her out of the

room.

Once, I am alone, I sink my head into my hands, fingers threading through the mess of my hair. What is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with me?

The bond. It’s the damn, wretched mate bond. His proximity, selling him again, has elec dreams, my subconscious. He has to reject me.

seeping into my

And if I don’t break it, it will destroy me. It will unravel the life Ive built, the identity I’ve carved out as Demetra Pride. It will pull me back into his orbit that have already escaped.

Emris.

Black Covenant Pack.

“Emris?”

J stir.

“Em ris?”

My eyes snap open. Only one person in this wretched world eve called me that, curling the two syllables like a private prayer. Five years. Five years, and that voice still lives under mykin. I slam my wolf’s vision and use it to scan the dark

room.

There she is.

My mate. The one I discarded.

“Demetra?” My voice is husk with disbelief rattling everything ide me.

I’ve been haunted by her memory since I saw her last, so how ise here, in the flesh? She steps from the dark into the dum

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lunar glow of my balcony. Moonlight frames her, a cheap halo for a stolen goddess. Her obscenely soft hair is a white spilling past her waist. She’s wearing a nightdress that’s a mere sigh of fabric, ending high on her thighs. My body tenses to go to her, but she hushes me, a finger to her own lips.

She doesn’t want me to come. Doesn’t want me to speak.

“Your wife will hear.” Her whisper is a velvet.

My gaze jerks to the armchair and I see Elena there. Asleep. What the hell? She knows not to stay in my bedroom. We haven’t shared a room as Alpha and Luna so the absurdity of it stalls my thoughts for a second.

And in that second, Demetra begins to undress.

One slender strap is pushed from her shoulder. Then the other. The silken thing slides down her body like water until it pools at her feet. I feast. I feast on the sight of her, a vision I’ve kept locked in a secret place in my heart. I told myself it was better I never found her, that she deserved more than a power-hungry Alpha. But I knew the truth…no woman has ever come close. I chose power. I did my duty. And I’ve been starving ever since.

Her breasts are fuller than I remember, rounder, shining in the moonlight as if those pink nipples have been brushed with oil. My mouth waters to have my mouth on her. My gaze drops the base of her small belly.

She doesn’t come to me. She turns and walks back toward the balcony, into the wind that claws at the night. The sight of her new, delicious wide hips or is it the freckles on her ass that jiggle gently with each step.

It dries my throat to dust.

She glances over her shoulder and it’s a silent command.

I obey.

I never wear clothes to bed so I’m only in underwear. My shadow engulfs her. Is she rea small of her back. Her skin is fever-warm. I fist her hair; it’s the same silk.

1. My hand finds the

My hand goes to her hips and feels the massive difference from ears ago. She is fuller, more womanly. The same with her behind. Hunger takes over. I squeeze her from behind, reach around to cup her breasts, and groan into her ear. I need her mouth now. I spin her to face me and crush my lips to hers, ruthless.

I tremble. I actually tremble at the taste of her. I’m running mad desperate to touch every part of her, but I only have two hands. I haul her against me, wanting to feel every hug, every kiss, every laugh we ever shared, all at once.

“Take me, Emris.” she whispers into my ear as I kiss the nape of er neck. “Please, take me like you used to, before your wife wakes up.”

She turns, sweeping her hair over one shoulder, offering me everything. My body goes still. Over the railing of the balcony. she arches her back perfectly. I shove my underwear down.

She is so… doll-like in this submission. My hand comes down on her the way I remember, and Demetra looks back at me through a fan of long lashes the moment I enter her. It’s so swee so scorching, so homecoming that I grunt, pouring every bit of my energy into her as my eyes squeezes shur-

And snap open to the bright, disgusting morning light!

Elena is standing over me, looking down with an agitated face. When look at my own chest. I see sweat but that’s not the worst part, under the sheets, my length is towering like a dammountain. I pull a pillow over myself as Elena just stares shocked, unable to form the question she wants to ask.

“What do you want!?” I growl.

“I- Who is Demi?” she asks instead, and I squint

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“What?”

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“You said ‘Demi. You grunted that name twice.”

“What the hell are you doing in my room?” I deflect, and she straightens her posture.

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“Milo won’t come with me to take him to school. He keeps screaming for daddy, so I came to ask if you’re not too busy to do it.”

“I’ll be out soon.” I heave a deep breath, trying to cool off, but I’m left deeply dissatisfied. I lost myself in a dream of Demetra one that wasn’t even real and it was so good I woke myself up from the ecstasy. What is my damn wolf doing to me? Not that I’m not impressed, but he could’ve at least let me finish.

Elena is still staring.

“I said I’ll be out soon.” I repeat. She rolls her eyes and finally leaves. I toss the pillow aside and cover my face with my hands in frustration. After five years apart, my wolf can’t handle seeing what he lost because of my ambition especially now that we’ve seen her face and confirmed it. The mate bond is still in place so of course..

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